In nature there’s no blemish but the mind,
None can be called deformed but the unkind.
— William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, Act III, scene iv
As I was cutting and collecting this storm-fallen silver maple, I noticed in the end-grain the dark streaks and stains running through the creamy colored wood. As more of the beautiful blemish was revealed during the carving process, I decided to carve the first line of a couplet from Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night that expressed much of what I was thinking. That guy knew how to say things.
On the exterior, I carved a strong texture, and I really like the way it feels and contrasts with the curves.